The One Song
I prefer to sit all day
like a sack in a chair
and to lie all night
like a stone in my bed.When food comes
I open my mouth.
When sleep comes
I close my eyes.My body sings
only one song;
the wind turns
gray in my arms.Flowers bloom.
“The One Song” by Mark Strand from Collected Poems. © Alfred A. Knopf, 2014.
Flowers die.
More is less.
I long for more.
Friday, August 12, 2022
Mark Strand
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